I wasn't surprised when two days later I received an elegantly scripted invitation to the Malfoy's Christmas Eve Party. Mother and Father were disgusted that I hung around with someone from the Malfoy blood line.

After I read through the details of the party I hurried off in the direction of my bedroom. My parent's assumed this invitation was from Scorpius-who they knew I was close to-and they were probably right. I had a lingering hope though that it wasn't. That instead it was from the elder Malfoy.

Once I was safely in my room with the door locked I proceeded to search the fancy piece of parchment for any sign that it had been sent by the person I had talked to in that deserted corridor only two nights before. Nothing. There was no small hand written note in the corner and nothing on the back. I threw it down in despair and flopped onto my bed. Tears stung my eyes as I cursed under my breath. How could I have been so stupid to think that he would want anything to do with me? To him I was only the daughter of his enemies who had something going with his son.

It was stupid I know to raise my hopes but I couldn't help it. He probably had someone right up the invitations and send them out. There was no way he could tell that person to write a message to a girl half his age on it. Or even his wife had arranged the invitations to be sent out. There was no way then that I was getting a message.

As difficult as it was going to be, I had to wait. That was the only thing I could do, unless...an idea began to form and in a matter of minutes I was scurrying back down the stairs in search of my cloak. After hearing my haste Mother came out of the kitchen and said, "Where are you going Rose? Dinners only going to be a few minutes?"

"Sorry Mom I just realized I promised Scorpius I'd meet him to do some stuff ten minutes ago. Save me some," when I saw the look on her face I added, "Or not."

"Fine don't come home to late," she sighed. I knew I wasn't getting out of there without another piece of her amazing wisdom, "It would be best I believe if you didn't get drunk this time. It's cold out there and you'll freeze to death if you pass out like you did last time."

I had to stifle a laugh. The last time Scorpius and I had gone out we played a very interesting game involving an array of shooters. Needless to say by the nights end I was in not good shape and somehow had ended up passed out and in a heap underneath the swing set in a muggle playground. Thank goodness it was summer then.

"Yeah, yeah," I agreed with actual intentions of following through with the promise. If all was to go well I wouldn't need a drink tonight to make me feel giddy and on top of the world, I would be there.

With a sharp bang the door closed behind me as I walked out onto the porch. She was right it was cold out, and it had begun to snow. I pulled my cloak closer to my body and apparated. I hated the feeling of apparation, it felt you were getting compacted into a straw. The only thing that was good about it was that I was free to go and do what I wanted. That had been the best day of my life when I turned seventeen and passed my apparation exam.

When I arrived in front of their overly large manor I rang the bell. Seconds later a house elf opened the door a crack and once it saw who I was opened it the rest of the way.

"Miss Weasley," it bowed to me, "Are you here to call upon Young Master Malfoy?"

"Yeah, but I can find him. I know where he'll be and he's expecting me," the only thing I had that was like my mother was the ability to care for these strange creatures that bestowed their lives to their families. I wasn't an activist like Mother but I did hold a special place in my heart for them as strange as it was.

Once the elf was gone I stood and contemplated my next move. Before I could make up my mind I heard footsteps coming towards me. In her overly high heels which made it look like her ankles were going to snap from the tension walked Glaistig Malfoy. Twenty years ago she would have been considered beautiful but now the years had began to take toll on her body. Her face no longer held any hint of youthfulness. She looked haggard and she knew it as well from the amount of makeup she tried to disguise herself with. It only added to the number of things that made her who she was, and old woman who still thought she was twenty.

"Hello Rose," she greeted me, "Did you receive your invitation for Friday night? I believe they were sent out this morning, at least they were supposed to be. It's hard to get good help around here. Now in Sweden anybody would work hard, but not here."

Draco had met her on one of his many 'business' trips throughout the continent. Apparently she had been a dancer at a pub in the wizard area of Stockholm. He had had too much to drink and was young and so he invited it up to his lavishly furnished room or so that was the story. As rumor went she had woken up in the morning to find the room cleaned out and no sign of the man she had been with the night before. It took her a year and a half to track him down and by that time she had an infant in her arms. One day she showed up at his office with a ten month old in tow and her bags. When his secretary had come into his office to tell him he had a visitor he had at first turned her away. Only when she refused to leave did he eventually walk out into the waiting room and saw her sitting on one of the leather sofas. Quickly she was ushered into his office and the door was closed behind them. Nobody knew what went on behind those doors but within two weeks wedding bells were ringing. It was common knowledge that their marriage was from day one never a joyful one. Everyone believed that Draco's father had something to do with the quick trip to the alter. Over time things cooled down and Glaistig was gradually accepted into society.

As usual in a very elite group of people gossip was a huge part of everyday life. It wasn't long before Glaistig's past as a dancer was unearthed. After that she had severed all ties with her native country and started on the long journey to becoming 'British.' She had done a pretty good job, her accent was for the most part unrecognizable, only in times of stress did it slip back in.

"Yes I received the invitation and I'll be attending. Thank you," now that explained why there had been no note.

"Well I'm off to my chamber's this day has been exhausting. Good night," she turned and began to climb the massive staircase that would take her up two floors to her own chambers. Draco and her did not share a bedroom, nor were they even anywhere near each other.

Once she had disappeared into the maze of corridors above I rushed over to the corridor from which she had emerged. I knew that at the end of it was Draco's study and that was my first place to look.

I slowed my pace as I neared the door. Leaning up against the door frame I knocked softly on the heavy oak door and waited for a reply. It came quickly and I was in luck.

"What?" he said, "I thought you were going to bed Glaistig? What now?"

"It's not Glaistig," I murmured, "Can I come in?"

Without waiting for a reply I pushed the door open and saw him leaning back in his chair, shoes kicked off and feet up on his desk. In his hand was a half empty glass and on the desk within arms reach was a bottle of amber liquid. When he saw who it was he pulled his feet back and stood up, almost spilling his drink in his lap.

"Classy," I said seductively as I began to walk towards him.

The surprise had worn off and he was no longer uncomfortable.

"Close the door," he nodded behind me, "Care for a drink."

The door closed and I spun the lock. When it clicked I knew I was in.

"I'd love one."

He tilted the bottle and the liquid flowed with ease into the crystal glass. I picked it up off the table and swirled it around. He sure knew how to pick his poison.

"What brings you here tonight," he asked.

"Oh you know a little of this, a little of that."

I took a sip and it pleasantly burnt my throat as I swallowed it. My body relaxed but his did not. I walked over to him and pushed him back into his chair where I then sat down on his knee.

"Don't resist," I whispered as my fingers trailed across his jaw line. He obeyed and I pulled my cloak off. Lucky for me I had taken the time to change into something more 'practical' before I ran out the door.

"This isn't right," he whispered into my ear as I began to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"Yes it is, you want it and I want it. What could be better?"

"You're dating Scorpius though, this is wrong."

I pulled back and he must have seen the shock register on my face began he began to apologize.

"Scorpius and I are friends. That's all we'll ever be," I then decided to add, "He knows to much."

That drew a laugh, such a wonderful sound from his lips.

He was more at ease now because his hands started to roam over my body and man it felt good. I stifled a moan as he began to kiss just below my collar bone. His breath smelt pleasantly of alcohol.

It wasn't long before we were both sitting in the chair with little to no clothes on. He lifted me up by the buttocks and placed me onto his cool and hard desk. A shivered surged through my body as my hot flesh came into contact with the wood. I ignored the pounding in my chest as he lay down on top of me. At some point everything had disappeared off the desk because when I through my head back in ecstasy as he poured himself into me the desk was clear.

After he had climbed off of me we finished our drinks and retrieved our clothes. With promised of meeting again soon I unlocked the door and silently showed myself out. Mother would be proud of me I wasn't even drunk when I returned home. What I was though would be worse in her eyes, I was now Draco Malfoy's mistress and I loved the sound of that title as I repeated it over and over again in my head.

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